Truckstop Souvenir: Music

Your whisky whispers in her ear
Come hear dear
You belong to me, to me
She takes your hand and falls to you
She cannot move
It’s what you do, you see

So you waltz across that floor
Your lady in your arms
You don’t dare ask for more
You want to keep things the way they are
It’s simple here

She lays her hand on your cheek
Says come here dear
You belong to me, to me
She pulls you close in the dark
It leaves a mark on your soul you see, you see

Your lady lying by your side
She listens to you breathe
And all the promises she keeps
And all the while you dream
It’s simple here

So you waltz across that floor
Your lady in your arms
You don’t dare ask for more
You want to keep things the way they are
It’s simple here